Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Caro Emerald
Caro Emerald
Canto
David Schreurs
David Schreurs
Programación de percusión
Vincent Degiorgio
Vincent Degiorgio
Voces de fondo
Caroline Van Der Leeuw
Caroline Van Der Leeuw
Voces de fondo
Jan Van Wieringen
Jan Van Wieringen
Programación de percusión
Arnoud De Graaff
Arnoud De Graaff
Aplausos
DJ Git Hyper
DJ Git Hyper
Tocadiscos
David Lukacs
David Lukacs
Clarinete
Koen Schouten
Koen Schouten
Aplausos
Mike Poyser
Mike Poyser
Sousafón
Peter Huber
Peter Huber
Aplausos
Robin Veldman
Robin Veldman
Efectos de sonido
Roel Verberk
Roel Verberk
Beats
Sander Rozeboom
Sander Rozeboom
Guitarra acústica
Stefan Schmift
Stefan Schmift
Efectos de sonido
Wieger Hoogendorp
Wieger Hoogendorp
Voces de fondo
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
David Schreurs
David Schreurs
Composición
Vincent Degiorgio
Vincent Degiorgio
Composición
Caroline Van Der Leeuw
Caroline Van Der Leeuw
Arreglista vocal
Wieger Hoogendorp
Wieger Hoogendorp
Arreglista vocal
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
David Schreurs
David Schreurs
Producción
Jan Van Wieringen
Jan Van Wieringen
Producción
Roel Verberk
Roel Verberk
Ingeniería de grabación

Letra

[Verse 1]
I don't know what you must be on
You walked in like the Aga Khan
Did you fly in on a jet? Win a million-dollar bet
So let me get my good shoes on
[Verse 2]
I wanna follow in the same old steps (Oh)
Where you waltz around like you're the best (Oh)
Where your garden blooms in May, but it's snowing every day
'Cause you have everything you want
[Verse 3]
You must be (You must be)
The Houdini in my life
But you can't see (You can't see)
I could never be your wife
[Verse 4]
'Cause I'm still a lady, no, I'm not some wench
That postponed your life, I'm not on that fence
Your routine is faded, boy I could use a wrench
I know my words won't tell me, please excuse my French
[Verse 5]
Today, you think you're Errol Flynn
Sharin' stories where you think you've been (Where you've been)
Your style must be cramped, without a passport stamp
Can't you see the twister that you're in? (I'm in a twister)
[Verse 6]
Why drown inside a sea of words
You're goin' under, now you won't get hurt
So just give it a rest, this time your more is less
You're goin' solo in this dream
[Verse 7]
You must be (You must be)
The Houdini in my life (The Houdini in my life)
But you can't see (You can't see)
I could never be your wife
[Verse 8]
'Cause I'm still a lady, no, I'm not some wench
That postponed your life, I'm not on that fence
Your routine is faded, boy, I could use a wrench
I know my words won't tell me, please excuse my French
Written by: David Schreurs, Vincent Degiorgio
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